[His mouth was most definately opening to protest about her potentially minding, but he shuts it when she cuts him off at the pass. Dang, caught in his own apologies. All he can end up mustering past that is a little chuckle as he takes the bottle from her.]

It's fine, we can... sit for a bit, s-sure.

[He just kind of wanders with her until they find a place to sit down, the people around them thankfully seeming to move on with their lives.]

Uh, this is-- sorry, this whole thing is weird, but I don't think I actually got your name. I'm Martin.